Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 14:35:46 +0200
From: "Liakouras, Theo" <Theo.Liakouras@EINSTEINet.de>
Subject: Eternity - Intermezo

Past,Present,Future

Intermezo


	The room was stoically furnished. A table in the middle of it and a
bookcase next to the door, through the only window at the south side of the
room you could see the tree tops and the sea in the distance. Two people
were sitting opposite each other. The one young somewhere in his early
twenties, a chaos of papers was laid in front of him. The other man was in
his late fifties, waiting patiently till the other spoke.

`Have you seen the notes sir?'

`Indeed I have and I must admit they are pretty remarkable, although I
still don't understand, why you have approached me with this case'

`Well I'm kind at a loss about which action I should follow. The patient is
in all physical tests which we tried healthy...'

`You mention only physical? Is there something wrong with his psychosocial
attitude?'

`Nothing apparent, as you know the patient came to us complaining about
headaches, memory loss and nightmares. In the beginning we thought he may
have a tumour, but as I said the patient is healthy, so we thought that the
patient may have psychological problems, which manifested as physical
symptoms.  We asked him to visit a psychologist and he did and till
recently he couldn't find either anything wrong with him.'

`Did anything happen to change that?'

`He hypnotized the patient. The procedure is standard, but what happened
during the procedure scared the hell out of the doctor.'

The younger man reached in his coat pocket and took a tape out. He walked
towards the bookcase where he took a cassette player from the selves. He
placed the player on the table, inserted the tape and pushed play...

One hour later, the same room. The older man was sitting in silence. He
couldn't believe what he had just heard on the tape. All the beliefs, all
the facts that he had found during the years were nothing compared to this
tape. Now he understood why the younger man, still sitting on the other
side of the table and studying him, came to him. It wasn't what the patient
said. It was the language which he used to say it. He had never heard
anything like that in his life, but he knew what it was the moment he heard
it.

`What would you like to know?'

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Next week 'Chapter I' will be ready, if all goes well.It's actually
finished but I'm not satisfied with it yet.  So instead of letting you go
dry through the weekend, here's the preword to it.  Many thanks to those of
you who wrote me.

Eternity@netikos.de

Adrian